A/N: This is a poem on time dedecated to Number X, The Gambler of Fate, the one, the only, LUXORD!
The tinkling trickle
of an hourglass.
The quiet ticking
of a watch.
Flying by
yet standing still.
All things feel
it's sway and pull.
Sounded by
the old clock's chimes.
Forever marching.
Eternal.
Time.